AN: Oh gosh, it's been awhile huh? Okay, okay, I'm SO SORRY! I know it's been awhile and I made a New Years Resolution to try to update sooner! To those who favorite and followed or sent alerts, thank you so much! Okay, second to last chapter... here we go!

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! ENJOY :)

His eyes watered up and he jumped out of bed, pushing the covers away and ran to embrace his brother, "Fred, oh Fred!" He wailed.

Fred shifted uncomfortably. George wasn't one of showing emotion (unless it was around Hermione). Normally, he'd tease about it, but given the circumstances...George was gripping on him for dear life. He was muttering jumbled up words that he always would say when he was deeply upset. All Fred could do was hang on and hug back, "Yes, my name is certainly Fred. No need to go wasting it. Why so sappy your Royal Holiness?" George could only sob louder.

When George finally broke the hug, he cleared his throat, "Where am I? Why are you here? You were supposed to be de-dead."

"And they say you're the smart one." Fred retorted, his brow deepened, " You're in the Burrow. Are you sure you're okay?"

George shook his head, "No, no I'm fine."

Fred scoffed, "If you say so but I can't be sure about your girlfriend over there." George turned and saw that the "covers" he pushed away happened to be the beautiful bushy haired girl sound asleep on the floor where George shoved her.

"Oh bloody hell, if she wakes up having neck cramps and knows what I did, I'll be six feet under."

Fred laughed and George wanted to laugh too. He even opened his mouth to chuckle with his twin but no boom of laughter came out from his mouth.

Fred seemed to notice that no adjoining laughter seemed to fill the air with him and he glanced at his twin, concern seemed to fill his eyes. "Mate? Are you sure you're alright?"

George just shrugged and sat down, looking at his hands which shook and opened his mouth,

"Y-you were dead and I just couldn't laugh, n-no matter who cheered me up a-and I t-thought that if you were here, m-maybe I'll l-laugh again." He beat himself internally for stuttering in front of his twin, his own bloody twin!

Fred cocked his head to the side, "So you said that if you can see me one more time alive, then you would laugh again?"

George nodded miserably.

"Well, then the answer is easy!"

"How so?" George asked,

Fred smiled sympathetically, "I think you know, Georgie."

He was right as usual. He just didn't want to believe that it's true, "You're not alive. This is a figment of my own imagination."

"Now there's the Georgie I know!"

George's heart dropped. So that's that. His only hope that his twin might somehow be alive. That one shard of hope was gone and he fell to the floor, his sobs racking his body. Fred sat next to him, patting his shoulder and George felt that same secure feeling- but it was different. It was alien, foreign. It was not his Fred.

Fred poked George's shoulder and he looked up, "So, that's that. Are you going to start laughing now?"

"Why should I?" George croaked. "You're gone. Fred... every laugh I've ever done... you were with me, laughing with me. Now, you're dead. DEAD, Fred! As in you will never laugh again! And I don't know what to do!

"I will have to spend every birthday, every BLOODY birthday with them saying, "Happy birthday George! Not Fred and George. George. ME not YOU! Fred, I'm lost without you, I just don't know what to do with my mangled self Fred. Holes and all." He tried to add in a little joke but Fred wasn't smiling at all.

Fred gave a sigh which George hinted at disappointed, "As a twin of yours I have never seen you act this selfish." George opened his mouth to protest but Fred cut him off, "You will have to realize that not only you lost a twin. Think of mum, dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny, Harry. Think of Hermione. They lost a brother, a friend, a son. I know, Georgie. I know that you miss me the most and I miss you also. But you have to laugh. All those times that you laugh. You were with me, but you were also with mum. And Dad. And Hermione. Honor them. Them being in your life. Especially Hermione because, mate, if you let this relationship between you guys go, then I might have to disown you. Heck, mum will disown you. I've always said that if you weren't going to make Hermione the next Mrs. Weasley, then she'd have adopted her ages ago.

"Anyway, what I'm saying to you is that you can't bottle up these emotions anymore George. Cry. Laugh. You know that your family will be there with you. And don't worry mate! I'll see you in another 80 years or so!"

George grinned. That was Fred, "Keeping Snape on his toes, right?"

Fred laughed, "Not as much as you think. Harry's mum is a riot. Ever since she found out the story of our ickle potion's master, they're best friends again. That woman will never let us prank him anymore."

"So you just stopped?"

The pair was silent for a moment, then Fred burst into laughter on how funny that last sentence was.

Fred wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, "Ah, I needed a laugh liked that for a long time!" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "You're not still on your, 'I'm not going to laugh again until I wither and die' thing are you?"

George let a soft smile directed at the bushy haired girl, still sound asleep and Fred immediately understood.

"Brilliant girl she is. Might have swooped after her myself if you hadn't fallen head over heels in love with her."

George nodded, still keeping his eyes on her, "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Fred stood up, "Well, in this case, it's time for me to go."

George's head shot up, alarm stretched on his face, "But..."

Fred rolled his eyes, "Don't blubber, George. It's not attractive you know." he broke out into a grin and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see you around, George."

As Fred disappeared in a flash, the room started to spin and George blacked out.

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